Chi Guang

After drinking the medicine for the sixth day, the cold finally got better.

"Not bad, not bad," Xu Chichuan was quite proud after drinking the last bowl of ginger soup that Xu Youhua cooked, "It's better than last year, it's improved a day."

But the empress dowager, who had been guarding him for five nights in a row, obviously didn't think so. Being sick is obviously not a long-term solution.

"what!"

The spoon fell into the bowl with a bang, Xu Chichuan held up his chopsticks and turned pale with shock: "Run?!"

"What's it called?" Shen Sijing picked up the spoon and continued to serve him soup: "It's not that I want you to run a marathon, I just get up half an hour early and go to the school playground to run a few laps."

"I don't want it!" Xu Chi put down his chopsticks, his face full of grief and indignation: "This is torture! It's abuse! Yes!..."

Still wanted to protest, but Shen Sijing stared back at all the words: "It's your mother's deep love. With your little physique, what should you do when you go to high school? Once you catch a cold, you'll be useless in a week, and the classes you drop think you can be as good as you are now." Can you make up for it so easily? Don’t want to take the exam at Nantah University? Don’t want to study archeology?”

After scolding Xu Chichuan, he was speechless for a while, and quietly gave his father a look, Xu Youhua turned his head and turned a blind eye, and put a chopsticks of shredded fish-flavored pork into his wife's bowl.

"Don't think about being lazy," Shen Sijing said coolly, "I've already got through with Teacher Tao. He expressed full support and promised to watch over you."

... Sure enough, men are unreliable.

At 45:[-], in the bitter cold wind, the big banyan tree with luxuriant branches and leaves at the school gate was also shivering, and the green leaves were mottled and rusted with a layer of white frost. Lu Miao stood under the tree, dozing off while I greet my unreliable father in my heart.

Lu's father is a freelance businessman. He has three hobbies in his life: making more money, loving his wife, cheating on his son. He just came back from a business trip and didn't rest for a few days. Today's early morning plane has to leave again. Lu's mother is also leaving with her. A cool and sassy beautiful photographer who has to die.The atmosphere at the dinner table was very good. The father was kind and the son was filial. After the meal, his father wiped his mouth: "Tomorrow morning, your mother and I will drive you to school."

As soon as Lu Miao was moved, his father finally found out that he had a wild son.

But the touch came and went quickly, and the bedroom door was slammed in his sleep: "Lu Miaoyi, get up! Let's go out!"

"Huh?" Lu Miao broke down: "It's only five o'clock! The rooster wakes me up before it wakes up. Our family is bankrupt and we want to pack up and flee!"

"Hurry up," Lu's father pushed open the door, well-dressed and energetic: "You have to go to the airport after delivery, your mother wants to have breakfast before boarding the plane."

Lu Miaoyi: ...I will run away from home sooner or later, sooner or later!

I moved my already stiff feet and walked along the steps to the stands. There was not even a ghost along the way. It was too miserable.In melancholy, I saw a black shadow moving on the playground, it seemed to be a person.Lu Miao squinted her eyes, running in the winter morning, she was either a warrior or a martyr.The more I look at it, the more I feel that this martyr is very familiar, this running posture, this clothes...

"Xiao Chuaner?!"

It must have been the wrong way to get up today, Lu Miao slapped himself, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still a big boy sweating profusely and flushing.Xu Chichuan leaned on the railing, clutching his chest and gasping for breath: "You, why are you, also, so early?"

"What about you, Aunt Shen drove you out of the house to live on the street?"

"Say, it's a long story."

"Tsk, it's hard to say."

Both sighed.

After listening to each other's complaints, Lu Miao was amused: "It's still worse for you."

"roll."

Tao Yiming's angry voice came from the small window on the third floor of the teaching building behind him: "Don't stand there stupidly! Lu Miaoyi! Go! Run with him!"

Sanshui innocently lying on the gun: ...

Accustomed to the sandwiches of steamed buns and freshly squeezed soy milk, Mu Shihai looked at the milk and bread on the table but didn't realize it for a while: "What is this?"

"Your breakfast."

"The sandwich was eaten by Lu Miao?"

Xu Chichuan held back his laughter, and told about Shen Sijing letting Tao Yiming watch him run. By the way, he talked to the young master. He ran too early in the morning. When he came, the sandwiches would be cold, soy milk would be cold, and he would have diarrhea in winter. A series of life tips.But Mu Shihai still frowned after hearing this: "I don't care."

Xu Chichuan:? ? ?

"I don't eat this."

Xu Chichuan:? ? ?

Mu Shihai picked up the bottle of pure milk: "You are perfunctory."

Xu Chichuan:? ? ?

"Where are you perfunctory!" A big pot fell from the sky and smashed on the head: "Either you come early and wait for me under the tree at seven o'clock, or it will be cold later."

"can."

"You see you don't want to... wait a minute, what did you say?"

"I'll come earlier," Mu Shihai stuffed the bread into the desk: "I can also supervise your running, killing two birds with one stone."

Xu Chichuan's clear eyes were full of confusion: "My dad's breakfast is so delicious?"

"Well," the hand flipping the book paused, "It's delicious."

After returning home from school, he explained to his father that he would continue to make two cups of soy milk tomorrow, Xu Youhua thought about it: "Why don't you just buy an insulated lunch box, and you can take it with you when you pack it in the morning."

"Okay." As expected of Old Xu, "Thank you Dad."

Shen Sijing interjected: "Is it the handsome kid who came to our house before and didn't have a good relationship with the family?"

"Yes."

"Well," Shen Sijing nodded: "That child is pitiful, so just take it with you. This month is almost over, when will you take the monthly exam?"

"Together with next month," Xu Chichuan swallowed a grape, ready to go into the bedroom to continue doing homework: "Before the New Year's Day holiday."

"Go to bed early, my mother changed the quilt to a new one, remember to turn off the electric blanket before going to bed."

"Okay, I know."